My thumb runs across her lips and I watch as she breathes in deep before holding her breath. I want nothing more than to cross the distance right now and take her kiss. To taste her and explore her in ways I can tell she has never been explored before.
But something about her tells me she’s different. She deserves more. She deserves patience, and hell if I can give her sweet and slow tonight when all I want is to unleash everything and take her greedy and fast like I need to take my next fucking breath.
But I can’t, I need to wait. I want to build her up and crash over the edge with her when it is time. Right here, in a bar, having only met her three hours ago is not that fucking time. Even if this whole fucking thing between us, the way she makes me feel, wasn’t part of either of our plans.
I rise quickly, the realization of just what this fucking woman is doing to me screwing with my damn mind, and she jumps off my lap as I come to my feet. Grabbing her hand, I stalk out of the bar with her and hit the elevator button in the hallway.If I can’t have her tonight, no one can.When the door opens, I pull her inside and ask, “What floor?”
“13.” She says without any hesitation. I hit the right button and swing around to look at her. I can tell she thinks she is ready. I see the look in her eye, feel the desire in the way she stands next to me and watch as she squirms at my side like she needs me to release her the way we both know only I can. The door behind us dings and I turn back to it. Grabbing her hand once more and making my way out of the elevator with her, I squeeze her hand slightly and glance behind me giving her a wink.
“Room 1350.” She says, her need unmistakable as I stalk with her down the hallway. I’m a man on a mission, and fuck if it isn’t going to kill me to not follow through. I reach her door and watch as she pulls out a hotel key and slides it against the handle to unlock the room. She pushes the door open with hesitation at first before turning around to look at me.
Smiling, I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “See you in the morning, Amore.” I whisper before pulling back. Her stunned expression is exactly what I expected to see as she looks back at me with wide eyes.
“But…” She begins.
I shake my head no, and smile. “Not yet.” I say to her and watch as her body relaxes slightly against the door frame. “Soon.” I whisper with a wink as I turn and make my way down the hallway knowing without a doubt I will need a cold shower when I return to my flat tonight.
Chapter 3
Leonardo
When the elevator dings signaling that I am at the lobby, I adjust my rock-hard shaft still painfully erect after leaving Mia alone at her hotel room and groan. With a heavy sigh, I make my way out into the crowded space and forgo my earlier decision to head back to the bar. I thought a drink could take away the ache, the fucking burning to still feel her damn body against mine, but nothing could stop the fucking fire running through my veins after the way she just made me feel.
Like my whole fucking world isn’t a damn joke, and shit if I can’t help but believe she just may be able to change it.
With large, heavy strides, I make my way to the massive front doors and push out into the evening. The night is clear, and my eyes immediately lift to take in the star filled sky as I wish like fucking crazy I could turn right back around, punch floor 13, and take what I want. Her fucking dripping wet center wrapped beautifully around my dick while I make her scream all damn night and don’t fucking stop.
But better things come to those who wait, and I am willing to bide my time and wait for the absolute heaven I know will be mine once I finally get the chance to take her.
Soon. Very soon.
I hear movement behind me and turn quickly. With my hand on my holster, I calm after I notice who it is and roll my eyes knowing there is no way in hell I’ll ever be lucky enough to not be watched. A curse of the game I guess when you run one of the most prestiged gangs for the Lombardi family in Rome.
“Capo,” I hear Matteo say in the darkness before coming into the light. “Are you fuckingpazzo?”
I look to my right, then my left, before glancing behind me and meeting his eye. I am notcrazy. Not by any means, and he should have some more fucking respect then to address me like that. Especially out in public.
Straightening my jacket, I look to the floor before taking a few steps forward and meeting him toe to toe. Taking a deep breath, my eyes lift slowly before my fist comes up and collides with the side of Matteo’s fat fucking face sending his head backwards and causing him to spit up blood. Grabbing him by the neck, I pull him towards me until he is looking me in the eye and say, “Matteo, watch your damn mouth unless you want me to blow it the fuck off next time. You’re lucky I don’t take that back to the Boss.”
Matteo is a goodsoldier, only been in the family for a few months. But shit if his mouth won’t be the damn end of him. It is just a matter of time; God save his soul. In our operation it’s Boss, Underboss, Consigliere, Capo or captain, and then soldier. We have more than a few associates too. Good men who team up with us and help with “business” when needed. But for Matteo, he reports to me, and heaven saved his ass with that one. There are many other Capos, captains/lieutenants, of other divisions who would be much less forgiving for the way he refuses to use his damn filter and remember just who the hell he is talking to.
“Sorry,mi scuse,” he rambles before wiping his damn mouth that won’t stop bleeding. “Just, the girl! Thejob!”
I roll my shoulders and stand up straight, finally letting him out of my grasp. “I know,” I grit through my teeth and feel the damn realization hit harder than before. The one that I have been trying to avoid since I set eyes on her and realized she was mymark. The one I was sent to bring back, no excuses. Dead or alive, as Angeloput it. “I got it handled.” I hiss, meeting his eye and seeing his doubt written all over his damn face. Turning, I make my way into the parking lot and hear Matteo close behind, tripping over his fucking feet and following me to our ride.
Abandoned at a young age by both my parents shortly after we moved to Italy, I was forced to steal to get what I wanted when I needed it. That is until I stole from the wrong man. Luigi Lombardi. Instead of losing my life at the age of 12, after already fighting for everything and anything to keep me alive since I was 7, the mobster found mercy on me and took me in. He taught me everything I needed to know about how to make a name for myself and never have to steal a fucking crumb from anyone ever again.
I owe him my life. He is one of the best men I have ever known. He listens to me. Trusts me. Looks to me for advice just as much as he did with Giovanni, theoldLombardi familyconsigliere,chief advisor.He trusts me more than his own damn flesh and blood, Angelo, who holds the position above me. Underboss. The only reason? Luigi’s blood runs through his veins and mine doesn’t.
But that little fucking prick doesn’t deserve the power. He will fuck it up the first chance he gets. And I will be damned if I live to see the day he rules over me.
“That is a… a complication,” I hear Matteo whisper, as we reach my Bugatti and I lean against it taking a moment to look back at the hotel now behind us. As much as I know he is right, I can’t shake the way Mia makes me feel. Something that tests my restraint. My control. A feeling of losing power like I have never experienced before.
“I don’t deal in complications,” I hiss out, as I remember the feel of her body pressed against mine. The heat of her inviting pussy on my lap. I close my eyes and try not to envision what I have been since looking in her eyes at the bar. The way she’d look as I fucked her, good and hard, the way I know we both need me to. “Like I said, I’ll handle it,” I groan as I will the visuals to slowly leave my mind. “I’m coming back in the morning. And one way or another, I’ll finish the fucking job, Matteo. You should know better than that by now, that I never, and I mean never, let theBossdown.”
Climbing in the car, I wait until Matteo is seated passenger before peeling out of the parking lot and heading back to the office.
Mia’s father got himself into a lot more shit than he realized before he went missing last year and then was presumed dead. Right before her mother took her own life. An only child, my little Amorecomes with some heavy fucking baggage. Shit I am not sure she even knows the damn half of it. In fact, rumor has it, she is the key to the whole fucking operation that could bring down the Lombardi Family. And like I said, I never let theBossdown.Ever.I’d give up my damn life before jeopardizing his, and that is more than I can say for that cock sucker son of his, Angelo.
